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Rail

I met Rail at a CB equipment swap-meet. We were both looking at the same piece of gear. It was the last item of its kind there, and I bowed out to let her buy it.

Rail was certainly no beauty queen, but she had a great sense of humor. As we chatted, she told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She was indeed skinny as a rail. Though she wasn’t quite as ugly as that mud fence, she certainly wouldn’t win any beauty contests, but I saw no reason to be insulting to a stranger.

She nodded in acknowledgment when I agreed she was quite thin. However, when I told her she was wrong about the ugly part, a broad smile spread across her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle. I told her she should pick another handle.

Rail and I spent the rest of the afternoon browsing the offerings at the swap meet. She then accepted my offer to buy her dinner. It was getting late when we finished dinner, and she invited me to her apartment for a nightcap. I happily accepted her offer.

The swap meet had been on the far southeastern side of town. Ironically, Rail’s appartment was located just a few miles from my place on the western side of town.

Mere seconds after we entered her door, Rail began shedding her clothes. She made our drinks in nothing but her panites. She tole me she never wore a bra. As skinny as she was, she didn’t need one. She had practically no tits, but she did have an impressive pair of nipples. When her nipples were erect, they were over a half inch long and about as thick as AAA batteries.

We ended up in her bed soon after she handed me a drink. She quickly shed her panties and helped me get naked. We fondled each other as we downed our drinks. She jacked my cock until it was standing hard and proud. Sucking and pinching her hard nipples brought Rail to an orgasm. She then pulled me down on top of her as she laid back on her bed.

As I entered her pussy, I found it to be surprisingly snug. She attributed her tight pussy to a severe lack of use. She thrust her pelvis up and took my cock deep into her neglected hole. She then gave me one hell of a ride. She bucked like a rodeo horse and repeatedly thrust her pussy up to take my cock deep into her core. I fed her my load of cum just as her second orgasm washed over her. She then collasped onto her bed.

We cuddled and chatted until she became drousy. Rail then offered to take care of my needs anytime I felt like calling on her. She blluntly put stated. “I love to fuck! No matter what day or how late it gets, call me and come on over for some pussy.”

Rail soon became my late night go-to gal. That’s all she said she wanted to be. She said she knew her body and looks wouldn’t win her any prizes, but she loved to screw. So, once, or twice, a week, if it was getting late, and I found myself without a girl, I would call on Rail.

Rail lived only fifteen minutes from my place. In the time it took me to drive to her apartment, she would take a quick shower, make each of us a drinks, dim the lights, and put on some soft music. When I arrived, I would frequently find her stretched out her bed wearing nothing but her panties. Sometimes she’d be completely naked, legs spread, and ready to fuck.

Usually, as I entered her apartment, Rail would hand me a drink, drop her panties to the floor, and head for her bed. I’d shed my clothes and join her in bed. By the time I took the first sip of my drink, Rail would be sucking deeply on my rapidly inflating cock. When she had me as hard as she needed, she’d curl up next to me and cuddle. We would hold each other close and cuddle while we talked a bit. Then, when I finished my drink, we would get down to some serious fucking.

What Rail lacked in appearance, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Riding Rail to an orgasm was an athletic event. Like the first time, she always bucked like riding a bucking bronco. About all I had to do was climb on, slide my cock in, and hang on for the ride.

Sometimes, due to having too much to drink that night, I would have difficulty getting it up. Rail knew just what to do. She would drop down and suck my cock like she desperately needed to be fed my cum. She’d only quit when she had me hard enough to please her hungry pussy.

Rail liked it hard and fast. If I was tired, or humping too slow for her, she was not a bit bashful about taking control. She’d roll me onto my back, squat on my cock, and ride me hard until she came. Sometime during the process, I usually dumped a load of cum in her hungry pussy. If not, she’d finish me off with a hard-sucking blowjob. Rail always swallowed.

A short time after we had both cum at least once, I’d give her a pat on her bare ass, a quick kiss, and be on my way home. Every guy needs a go-to girl, and Rail just fit the bill.

After several months of stopping to see Rail about once or twice a week, my visits became less frequent. I then stopped seeing her all together.

Six or eight months later, Rail called my home. A woman Rail didn’t know answered the phone, but she brought the phone to the bathroom where I was shaving. At that point in time, I had nothing to hide from either of them.

After a brief greeting, Rail asked who it was that had answered my phone.

I answered without hesitation. “That was my new wife.”

“YOUR WIFE?” Rail shouted. She was startled but not mad.

“Yes! We were married about a month ago.”

I could hear Terri, my bride of about a month laugh. Rail had yelled so loud the she could be heard the next living room.

After she regained her composure, she offered her congratulations. “So, that’s why you stopped coming to see me. It was probably a good idea to pay attention to her and not me.”

When I got off the phone with Rail, Terrie and I had a good laugh over that call.

Sorry Lucky Mann... that last statement ("I would have kept the sexual relationship going for as long as I could") wasn't a criticism of your story just a personal thought that found its' way to my keyboard :)

He didn't actually dump her... they had a care-free sex life, with no strings... and neither one actually said they wanted more. In fact, she seemed to enjoy having sex without a commitment.

He did say he'd pat her on her ass, on be on his way shortly after he came. In the world on non-verbal communication, he was already saying she was nothing but a piece of meat for him to fuck. She volunteered to be just that at the beginning of his story.

Although I can see how it was cold to laugh about the call... but she couldn't have been that surprised that he found someone else, since his visits did come less frequently towards the end.

I enjoyed the story, Lucky Mann.... although in-real-Life, I would have kept the sexual relationship going for as long as I could.